That spring, he came to this small village.
Carrying a strange bag, he said he wanted to find a place to fish.
Little did the people in the village know that this quiet young man would change the world.
Later, someone saw him on the battlefield, using a fishing rod to block thousands of troops.
Some people have seen him drinking with the Queen Mother in the palace and talking all night long.
Someone saw him running thirty miles on the grassland, carrying the injured girl on his back.
Someone saw him in the cold palace, accompanying a white-haired woman and watching the snow all afternoon.
Later, the world was peaceful.
He returned to the small village and continued fishing.
Only occasionally, someone would come.
Come with a story.
Take the fish with you when you go.
